Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

thought Ray were two boy.

"Ah --"

pain in her palm brought her back

crumpled because of the pain and she withdrew her

stopped by Brody forcibly.

ordered coldly,

order to take the pieces out, he had to cut them in her

Would hurt.

of

her in such a

"No --"

touched her hand, she withdrew her hand

was almost fainted by the sharp knife, not to mention the knife directly

her hand back, but failed, because her hand was tightly held

stained Tracy's and

which were full of fear and timidity,

"You know it hurts?"

It's none of your business. You don't have to be sarcastic here.

a leap from the chair to the ground

red by blood again, Brody lost his

"Have a seat --"

of threatening this

much more

"No --"

shook her

she looked at him coldly,

at

what he was doing after being

as cold as ice. He pulled her to a chair

want me to care about you? How Shamless

He snorted.

was still so furious that he tightly pressed

you

continued to

much and the bleeding had not stopped

if she was

"A little bit painful..."

said with hesitation.

beat when he saw the

little pain flashed through her

even felt that Tracy was very feeble, but she

eyes, Tracy didn't say anything but

feel painful,

her. Then he made up his mind and said.

that, he pointed the sharp knife at the wound on

open, Tracy stared at the dagger intending to be stabbed into her

kind of fear rose from the bottom of his

her own thought

knife was to be stabbed into her body, it must be shaken back and forth in her flesh. Cut the wound on her palm

"Hmm --"

stuck in her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream, but she held it back.

her teeth, she hummed.

"Clap -"

dripped on Brody's hand and

whether it was her tears or her

hand held the hilt of the knife. He was a little hesitant when he felt the liquid on his hand. But soon he

didn't want to give up so easily. He gritted her teeth and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although he tried to

lip tightly, while the sharp pain in her palm

knife cutting her

pain, her whole body could

her eyes finally could not help bursting

cut

several times to stop Brody.

"Idiot --"

Brody finally couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at the crying